Hi! I’m a fourteen year old girl who just finished my freshman year of high school. I’m a cheerleader, softball player, programmer for the robotics team, academic team member, debater, and member of interact club. I have the highest GPA in my class, 4.86, and want to go to MIT. On the side I sing, play piano and guitar, and songwrite. More than anything I wanna be a country singer. I’m average height, average weight, with dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a love for old softball jerseys and men’s athletic shorts. From the outside it seems like nothing’s wrong. I look and act like a normal high schooler when people are watching. The problem is when people aren’t watching.
I’ve had a tense relationship, to say the least, with my mom. Since age five, nothing I’ve done has been good enough for her. By age ten, it was becoming more and more apparent, and, finally, when I was thirteen and wanted to join cheerleading, she exploded.
“You’re too fat, not coordinated enough, not pretty enough, and not popular. You’re doing this for the wrong reasons. They won’t like you. No one does. You’re going to fail at this. You’re stupid for even trying.”
Thanks for the encouragement, Mom. I really needed her to yell at me for over twenty minutes, in public, about how I wasn’t good enough for cheerleading. Since then, she’s gotten worse, and now she’ll yell at me about anything. The worst part is, she’s in a position of power over me, so I can’t do anything about it. Since age five, I’ve known that I have never been and will never be good enough for anyone.